Thursday, January 15, 2009
Anne with an E
I count myself as a true Canadian, and as true Canadian, I grew up having a crush on Mr. Gilbert Blythe. Yes, its true. I always secretly wished to be called Gilbert, and break my writing slate on his head. For those of you who may not know yet what it is I am referring to, it is the classic 'Anne of Green Gables' movie. My sis bought me the entire collection last year. The complete series! Not just the first two, but all three movies! Wow.
So the most exciting thing has happened this year, my daughter loves to watch it just as much as me. Every few months we go into 'Anne mode' and any chance we get, we go and get a dose of the dramatics.
So, while father and one son went to a hockey game the other night, we started another of our marathons. We curled up under a big cozy blanket and swooned together. Laughing, crying, giggling, it was the best.
Tonight, we couldn't help but be drawn back for some more. And this time only hubby resisted the draw. Both my boys, crawled into coziness with us, and giggled and covered our eyes as Diana drank too much Rasberry Cordial, and squealed as Anne scooped the mouse from the pudding.
Then, something happened. My heart swelled. Okay, it almost exploded. This is the kind of moments I dreamt about for so many years, before I had my own children (it was all I ever wanted when I grew up).
My sweet daughter started telling me how much she looked like Anne. "Other than the fact that Anne has red hair, I really look a lot like her, don't I mom?". Of course, I whole heartedly agreed.
Then she looked at me, and said that I would be Marilla. But upon taking a second look, she tilted her head just a little and said
"Actually mom, even though your hair is a little lighter, you look almost exactly like Diana"
No, the fact that my daughter thinks I look like a 14yr old actress didn't excite me!
My daughter was not looking at my appearance, she was seeing my heart, she was feeling my heart beside her's. She was seeing me as her bosom buddy, as her kindred spirit.
I love you girl. I love that you see my heart! You are my teacher of Grace - as promised!